Sunday, March 8, 2009

The day we were bacon...

This evening, our friends at Bacon Salt needed two giant strips of meat candy to work the room at a swanky pork-centric culinary event. Lisa and I were delighted to answer the call. Most of the attendees showered us with adoration. A few despised us. One especially feisty ol' gal insisted on punching me repeatedly. But regardless of where they fell on the love/hate scale, nobody could ignore our delicious and salty presence in the room.

We tried so hard to prepare you for a productive life & there you are. Bacon. Still, you're my Bacon & if you tell me where to find the woman who tried to tenderize you, I'll fix her griddle. By the way, the Baconette looks a litte sad in her solo pic. Little wonder.

About

I'm Mike Hahn... dad, husband, pusher of pedals and pixels. I'm a back-of-the-pack bike racer, a clumsy runner, and my adventures are hardly Jack London material. I haven't cycled Europe or trekked the Himalaya. But I do love this stuff, and here's where I spread the gospel.